Slick Rick — Get a Job

[Intro: Rick impersonating a couple talking to each other] Woman: Come on honey, wake up Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today Man: *yawn* Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay Woman: I'm tired of this, no, y-you taking this too far Woman: Come on, get up Man: *sucks teeth* Rick'll give me some money Man: Chill out, I'll go tomorrow, pass me a beer *opens a beer* [Slick Rick] Well I'm riding round the Benz truck with fake friends Word, here they come now, yo Ricky lend me couple lenses For lunch and all of that, I got to listen to this nonsense What the hell Crumb, don't you have a consciense? Ill treat the vogue, get the gold, chuck a heat in gear Don't understand it til the blood sucker beat it I see my doc, I'm said 'yo, doc, how's the health there' Don't worry bout these pretzel muthas acting like your welfare Word to parasites, tell me, hasn't it ever occured of Stand on your own two, please, I never heard of By the window in the bathroom, that one did it Got a dress like a brother, then both of them will quit it Potential is intelligent, and it's me you wanna rob Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... *DJ scratches* [Slick Rick] You want a damn hood? No, here she go, I'mma gonna try, here to try it Rick, my baby needs pampers; so buy 'em Come on take me to Pizza Hut, work class cow What would your man say if he could see your slut ass now For five bucks, cool, window while she drives, barely missed him Pissed him, dissed him, turn up the system You ought of treat us to dinner, I'm hungry, said her daughter She tried to crawl behind home, and heat bread & water A rich girl, don't like, I said he's always the best Yea, whatever, no question, project destined Yo, what the hell is with you people, are you all incoherent? Fifty years old, and still be living with your parent? Not a break to breathe, yell on the phone Take all I own, everything, and leave me the hell alone Word up, now shorty rock steals and robs For you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, now get a job... *DJ scratches* [Slick Rick] This other hottie used to knock, used to buy her pearls Please drive me across the whole entire world My new man sure can't budget and he ain't too bright in math Like it's my fault he couldn't manage money like that Survive with your man, I didn't say grind the strife And even worse when they never heard of 9 to 5 And you can't be gentle, or they get all sentimental I don't work for white people, well work for Oriental Her baby's mother, her friend, that's why plenty get killed I'm in Peru, kids hurt, and I need twenty mil On man written traps, deaf, dumb, blind too I lost my wallet, son, sorry Gramps, lost mine too Lonely on the step, but still I have a cold heart So on the spot, is one horny old fart Word thinking he intelligent, it's me you wanna rob And all you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... *DJ scratches*